No Stone to Throw

Melissa R. Mendelson
The royals are counting gold, gold no longer paved onto street, and the paupers walk the stone, unable to sway to their beat. Mouths are hanging open. Signs are in the air. Hearts are being broken. This world has lost war to the unfair, and the past laughs cruel, for we are the fool. Old mistakes are our burden to wear, but is we, who are ready to tear. So, count your gold, you royals, gold that belongs to the street for we no longer walk on stone but storm across our own beat.

Published by Melissa R. Mendelson

Newspaper Reporter for Long Island's Smithtown Messenger Newspaper and its sub-issues, The Brookhaven Review, The Ronkonkoma Review, and Medford News; Freelance Writer for Hudson Valley's Photo News; Movie a...  View profile

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